My beloved children, you rejected the chance to believe Me when life was perfect, in that pristine Garden I dreamed up for you.
So now you must learn to believe Me when life is far, far from perfect.
But how precious it will be, when you reflect that
blood-stained,
hard-bought,
refined-in-fire
faith back to Me.
When you can say with Job, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him."
"Looking unto Jesus, the Author and Perfector of our faith..."
"It is by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing: it is the gift of God..."
"For now we see through a glass dimly, but then face to Face..."
